Who: Erik the Phantom and Joanne Walker Where: At Erik's office When: Midday Why: Sometimes...Erik shows concern. Rating: It's us. There's bound to be some R in this somewhere.
If there was one thing that Erik could do besides music, it was herbalism. Trained by gypsies, he was just as potent with his hands at concocting remedies and draughts as he was creating beautiful song with his voice. If the draught didn't put her to sleep, he could probably sing her to sleep. He hadn't done that in a while, but he knew he hadn't lost the knack for it. And so he entered his office, a small vial of a liquid made with distilled plants that was sure to knock her unconscious. Right?